School had opened the previous week, and Sylvia had begun to feel quite at home with her new schoolmates.  The winter before, Mrs. Fulton had taught her little daughter at home; so this was her first term at Miss Patten’s.

Miss Patten always stood near the schoolroom door until all her pupils had arrived.  As each girl entered the room she made a curtsey to the pretty teacher, and then said “good-morning” to the pupils who had already arrived, and took her seat.  When the clock struck nine Miss Rosalie would take her place behind the desk on the platform at the further end of the room, and say a little prayer.  Then the pupils were ready for their lessons.

“Isn’t Miss Rosalie lovely,” Sylvia whispered as she and Grace moved to their seats, “and doesn’t she wear pretty clothes?”

Grace nodded.  She had been to Miss Rosalie’s school for three years, and she wondered a little at Sylvia’s admiration for their teacher, although she too thought Miss Patten looked exactly like a fashion plate.

Grace was eager to get to her desk.  From where she sat she could see the grim lines of the distant forts; and this morning they had a new value and interest for her; for at breakfast she had heard her father say that, although the forts were occupied by the soldiers of the United States Government, it was only justice that South Carolina should control them, and if the State seceded from the Union Charleston must take possession of the forts.  With the consent of the United States Government if possible, but, if this was refused, by force.

Grace had been thinking about this all the morning, wondering if Charleston men would really send off the soldiers in the forts.  She had not spoken of this to Sylvia as they came along the street facing the harbor, and now as she looked at the distant forts on guard at the entrance of the harbor, she resolved to ask Miss Rosalie why the United States should interfere with the “Sovereign State of South Carolina,” which her father had said would defend its rights.  “Question time” was just before the morning session ended.  Then each pupil could ask a question.  But as a rule only one or two of the girls had any inquiry to make.  To-day, however, there were several who had questions to ask and Grace waited with what patience she could until it was her turn.  When Miss Rosalie smiled at her and called her name, Grace rose and said: 

“Please, Miss Rosalie, if Charleston owns the forts, could anyone take them away?”

The teacher’s dark eyes seemed to grow larger and brighter, and she straightened her slender shoulders as if preparing to defend the rights of her State.

“My dear girl, who would question the right of South Carolina to control all forts on her territory?  We all realize that this is a time of uncertainty for our beloved State; we may be treated with harshness, with injustice, but every loyal Carolinian will protect his State.”